The last day of vacation : labor day

I was wondering for a long time and which is so much like me, planning my last day of leisure. It wont be leisure I know because many others will be involved and cooking and entertaining them will be involved but still inspite of one side of me said just go with the flow. Dont go for a walk, sleep till late (when have I ever?), I know that whenever I have decided that, just feel I have lost so much time doing nothing and the time IK want for my self just disappeared and came in form of that corner piece of ice that didnt melt, an eyesore but when I start the day, way I usually do, with just stretching the bliss as no clock is saying to me to keep things ready, I am good. I got up half an hour late that usual 4.00 am, finished my yoga and decided to start my walk in a little dark. There is a kind of differentness in the usual 5.30 am walk and one over the sunday or holiday. The air is quieter, a bit more leisure, an awareness of everyone asleep, very few lights in homes, very few or neglilible vehicles on road. You hear the day waking up with bird calls, the rustling of intermittent cool breeze, an indicator of fall, the roads are quieter even when you start your walk back...the down hill road to SnS, normally a bit "car-ry" at the time you turn to your home is pleasently empty. You come home to see that the bird feeder is almost empty and your tea nearly evaporated. Nevertheless,, you dont let it dampen your mood and taking that tea, and listening to bhajans, you fill the bird feeder, enough for your beauties but not for the bullies (they have still not endeared to you), finishing the evaporated tea, to an absolute bubble of tranquility, you decide to have a small nap when you can still have it. wondering if the bubble will still be there or bubble of landmovers, cars and human noises will take over (which have now a days started to overwhelm you). Unexpectedly you get up rested (you really didnt expect to nap just opening a box of memories and tossing), you got up snoozing the alarm and then got up to thankfully nicely brewed tea. Taking a handful of peanuts in shell in your favourite red teeny dabba (a reminder of india as it came from there and of the kinds that you as a kid used...eons ago). Your cuties scatter away from bird feeder, as you sit with your poison (tea and peanuts) and listen to the remaining playlist. You sit still and cuties are back. You see someone craning its neck and then flying off, returning again and scampering back. You wonder if that scaredy chipmunk will come near you and you can share peanuts...but it says no thankyou as it goes to the manless apartment in front of you. The phone is singing "uthi uthi ba..." You start your 1 1/2 tea. You see a robin peeping at you through a bush and then decides bird feeder if not for him if you are around. You sigh but deide to cut it some slack. You are happy that inspite of sun coming up so high, the bubble of silence has not been destroyed, except an occasional car, a railway bogey and somewhere very far a landmowever going around. Your tea is almost done and so is "eka janardhani charan"...one more song and you ddecide to go in. Peace that is so rare for you, you want to enjoy it to the fullest. You dont need stylish patio chairs, a bare step is enpugh. "amrit sabhi mein baat k" your favourite stanza starts and almost happy and satisfied you collect your stuff...a whole day ahead of you.